Four fully grown, enormous, vicious-looking dragons were rearing
onto their hind legs inside an enclosure fenced with thick planks
of wood, roaring and snorting — torrents of fire were shooting into
the dark sky from their open, fanged mouths, fifty feet above the
ground on their outstretched necks. There was a silvery-blue one
with long, pointed horns, snapping and snarling at the wizards on
the ground; a smooth-scaled green one, which was writhing and
stamping with all its might; a red one with an odd fringe of fine gold
spikes around its face, which was shooting mushroom-shaped fire
clouds into the air; and a gigantic black one, more lizard-like than
the others, which was nearest to them.
Remember, if the time should come, when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.